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My Mid-50’s Layoff: Good, Bad, or Ugly?

02 Tuesday Apr 2013

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I work

I work …

BY JEANNETTE GOBEL

On July 16, 2012, my position had been eliminated. Not just mine, but 125 other employees who, just like me, loved their speaking jobs in the local high schools. Yep, the company was “ending” this side of its operations after 35 years. It was a bolt out of the blue. Or maybe a zing. It was coming for some time, but I loved my job, so tried not to dwell. Then it dropped – the weight. Clunk. Right there in front of me.

My heart was in my throat for most of the conference call. Little flashes of catastrophe were clouding my vision. Do I get severance? What about health insurance? What about vacation pay? References? My livelihood? And … my sanity. I was 55. Who would hire me?

So, herein lies my eight-month journey:

The Good
Fortunately, I am an eternal optimist. My first thoughts: my husband and I will be fine. The severance package was decent, plus all vacation pay should carry us through at this income level for about four months. I saved a tidy sum through the company’s 401k plan. That will be rolled over into our investment fund. Oh, and unemployment! I must sign up for that immediately, I was told. I’d have the rest of the summer free, basically, and can help with my daughter’s upcoming wedding. (An iota of glee there.) And, oh yay! I could hang out at our cabin as much as I please for the summer.

Hey, is this such bad karma, I thought? And lest I forget – I have a Washington State teaching certificate. I’ll renew it, and substitute teach until I find permanent employment. (Do I really want permanent employment again?) Unemployment prorates my wages while I substitute teach because it’s not permanent work with benefits. I could get used to this. I had time for lunch with friends, my workouts did not suffer, and I had time to visit my aging parents. Life was good.

The Possible Bad
It’s been eight months since the layoff, and we haven’t had to touch the severance fund. The economy in Seattle, where I live, is robust. We have some of the nation’s best companies headquartered right here. Amazon just contacted me for an interview for an awesome position developing business relationships. But, who will hire someone who is five or so years away from retirement? And I haven’t had a ton of interviews. But this subbing gig is working out. And I must not let the age thing get me down. It’s time to demonstrate energetic interview enthusiasm. (Yay! I love your company, and I want to be part of the team!)

The Ugly
I’ve since sent out 300 resumes, and I’ve had only three interviews so far. I’m a straight-A student – what’s happened here? I’m technologically with-it: LinkedIn, Facebook, and electronic submissions of resumes and cover letters. I’ve been out of permanent work for  so long now, that I just qualified for the Emergency Unemployment Compensation through the Federal Government. I hope it doesn’t get so ugly that this runs out. If so, I can continue to substitute, as I don’t really want a permanent teaching gig. And, the optimist in me keeps reassuring me that I can do this until I really want to retire. (So, take that, ugly side.) I do have options.

Well, in retrospect, since the “Good” paragraph is the most lengthy, I guess this layoff thing isn’t so bad. Or ugly.

"outta work".  cut up watercolor by Julie Seyler

… outta work. Cut up watercolor by Julie Seyler.

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Yale Art Gallery Yields Ancient Flip-Flops, Word Games, and a “David Yurman”

01 Monday Apr 2013

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glass mosaic bowl 1st century B.C. to 2nd century A.D.

Glass mosaic bowl, 1st century B.C. to 2nd century A.D.

BY JULIE SEYLER

I am passionate about ancient objects.  Vases, bowls, tables, and combs, when crafted by an artisan who might be 4000 years old today, blow my mind. So I scour the ancient art galleries of museums, and love to visit once-buried cities. Seeing old artifacts confirms the continuity of fashion; the practicality of drinking glasses; the fun of jewelry.

One bitter day in March, a friend and I drove up to the Yale Art Gallery. From the city, it’s  about 2 hours on I-95. I had heard that the recent renovation was spectacular, but had ignored reading about it, so I went with a blind eye. The minute we drove onto Chapel Street, and past the stately gothic buildings that comprise Yale University, I was enamored. The campus is not beautiful in the sense of rolling hills, but in the majesty of the architecture. It celebrates education with arches and steeples and marble and wrought iron gates. If ever I wanted to go back to being a student, this stroll around Yale made me long for youth in a way that was not familiar.

So when I entered the art gallery, I was already enchanted and became more so as we ambled through. The little I saw reflected the tip of an amazing collection – a mini- Metropolitan Museum of Art, but so much more accessible.  The info cards give the necessary details with simplicity, and it was crowded, but not jammed.

Within the Roman galleries was an exhibit devoted to the city of Dura-Europos, founded in 300 B.C. on the western bank of the Euphrates River, in what is now present-day Syria. The Romans dominated from about 165 A.D. until another invading army, the Sassanians, took over. The site was discovered by a team of Yale archaeologists in the 1920s, and the gallery is a showcase for their finds. I spotted a leather flip flop that could have been made by Rainbow; a David Yurman bracelet and Matisse-like terracotta female figures.

Leather flip flop Dura-Europos 2nd-3rd century A.D.

Leather flip flop Dura-Europos 2nd-3rd century A.D.

David Yurman bracelet circa 200-256 A.D.

“David Yurman” bracelet circa 200-256 A.D.

The zaktik torso. 1st century B.C.- 2nd century A.D.

The zaktik torso. 1st century B.C.- 2nd century A.D.

My favorite was the word puzzle. Each of the words (ROTAS, OPERA, TENET, AREPO, and SATOR), written on this plaster plaque, can be read right to left, or left to right, or up and down, or down and up, and end up spelling the same word. A master acrostic palindrome. The meaning remains an enigma, but not the pleasure of a word game, which is timeless.

word puzzle 165-256 A.D.

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The Saturday Blog: The Ceiba Tree

30 Saturday Mar 2013

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Ceiba tree.  Tikal. Guatemala

Ceiba tree. Tikal, Guatemala. Photo by Julie Seyler.

Tikal, Guatemala is a destination place for those who are intrigued and curious about the Mayans. But beyond the grand temples, stands nature. The Mayans believed that a great Ceiba tree stood at the center of the earth, and connected the terrestrial world to the spirit world above. Who doesn’t want a little connection to the spirit, wherever it is circulating?

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Easter: Pagans, Peeps, Good Eggs, and a Bad Bunny

29 Friday Mar 2013

Posted by Lois DeSocio in Confessional, Men

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Bob Smith, confessional, Easter, Easter Bunny, Men, Santa Claus, The Write Side of 50, Tooth fairy, Ēostre

EB 3

To me, the Easter Bunny is not a good egg.

BY BOB SMITH

The Bible, apparently, doesn’t discuss Easter in any detail. Or Christmas, for that matter. In fact, some believe the holiday is derived from a Pagan tradition that long predates Christ, and celebrates the spring equinox and gods or goddesses associated with that event (one of whom, apparently, was named “Eostre”). They say fertility symbols of eggs and rabbits (who reproduce like bunnies, because, duh, they are bunnies) are associated with Easter because of that pagan celebration of the renewal of life in the spring. And, of course, the Bible never mentions bunnies, baskets of chocolate, or hard-boiled colored eggs, either.

So who came first – the Christians or the eggs? Who knows. My problem is with the Easter Bunny, because for my kids, he (or she) killed Santa Claus. That’s right. There were three fictitious characters in our house: the tooth fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the big kahuna – Santa Claus himself. Our kids never really believed in the tooth fairy, who had no persona at all. There was just money appearing under their pillows in place of an icky tooth they didn’t want anyway. It was an easy fiction for ready cash. But we invested a bit more in the other two characters.

We had told our kids all about Santa, and his rich, phony background: a home (North Pole), a cool vehicle (flying sleigh), and a demanding, high-profile career (running the most sophisticated, well-hidden, toy manufacturing/distribution operation on the planet). But the Easter Bunny? No home, and no vehicle of any kind. The Easter Bunny just hops around looking cute. Unlike Santa, the Easter Bunny doesn’t make anything – it merely distributes store-bought chocolate and jelly beans provided, presumably, by Mom and Dad. Santa had an amazing posse – flying reindeer and a legion of devoted elves. But the Easter Bunny’s peeps? Peeps. Chunks of marshmallow-ish fluff, coated with gritty pink sugar, that masquerades as candy.

Because it had such a thin cover story, our kids quickly dismissed the Easter Bunny as a myth. And it wasn’t long before that suspicion tainted and finally toppled Santa, too. Thanks for nothing, Easter Bunny.

Just keep that chocolate coming.

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In Praise of the Classic Car

28 Thursday Mar 2013

Posted by WS50 in Art, Confessional

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me at a car show shooting the interior of a 1964 Chrysler

Double Shot: Julie shooting the interior of a 1964 Chrysler.

BY JULIE SEYLER

I’ve already walked down memory lane with why I get a kick out of convertibles, and Bob has reminisced about his grand old ’64 Ford Galaxie. So, staying on message with the automobile, here goes my passion for old cars. For example, I love watching White Heat, not just because it’s a great movie with one of the best movie quotes of all times – “Made it Ma! Top of the world!” [No. 18 on the AFI list] – but because of the cars the gangsters and the cops drive.

the Jarrett gang getaway

The Jarrett gang getaway.

These are late ’40s whales, but I am mesmerized while watching Ma, desperate to dodge the cops, downshift and screech around the corner. The good guys, determined to stop the Jarrett gang, have access to all of the latest technology – like a radio transmitter the size of a satellite dish strapped to the roof of their car. I am so entranced by these images, I end up taking photos of the cars as I watch the movie.

My mini-obsession doesn’t stop there. I also collect photos of old cars. I mean, I’ll never be able to afford to buy one, let alone maintain one, so I might as well have a facsimile collection. Newspaper photos may be archaic one day, which means my “collection” will have value on eBay. Ha Ha. Anyway, remember I wrote about that car auction of famous people’s cars in my convertible post and a purple 1919 Pierce-Arrow, owned by the silent film star, Fatty Arbuckle? Here’s Fatty Arbuckle’s Pierce Arrow. Even the dullness of newsprint can’t dull down the lines and contours of this grand baby:Fatty's 1919 Pierce_Arrow copy

And, of course, I like old car shows, because I can take photographs of the real thing.

There is just something sexy about the rounded long hoods of 1940 sedans. They may have weighed a ton, but the devil was in the detail, such as the ornaments that graced the hoods.

the lady
Nice contrast to the mega-headlight orbs.
1942 Ford1947 Hudson copy

I am always discovering endearing features in old cars, like the massive steering wheels, or the the exotic boldness of the color option. It seems that by the late ’50s and early ’60s, car manufacturers found pastel. Pink seats, tri-color striped seats, and mustard yellow were quite coveted.blue interior car

pink seatsyellow steering wheel

Gas guzzlers they may have been, but the essential beauty of the design cannot be compared to the streamlined homogeneity of the modern car. There is just something aesthetically appealing, and intrinsically intriguing, about cars that were born between 1940 and 1963. (Sort of like us right-side-of-50ers.)

a cadillac

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Time Warp in Copenhagen: Counterculture Thrives in Christiania

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by Lois DeSocio in Confessional, Men

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Frank Christiania

In Christiania, it’s 1973 all over again.

BY FRANK TERRANELLA

Back in the summer of 1973, I attended a concert in Jersey City that was my closest meet-up with the hippie counterculture of the time.  It was a double bill of The Band and the Grateful Dead. I remember thinking, as soon as I got to my seat in the old Roosevelt Stadium, that this was not a run-of-the-mill concert. The guy in the seat next to me had set up a small recording studio. He had a portable reel-to-reel tape recorder that he had lugged in, along with two microphones that he had on stands. You see, the Grateful Dead did not object to people recording their concerts. That’s why there are so many bootlegs around today.

Sirius/XM satellite radio has a whole channel devoted to the Grateful Dead, and features these “audience recordings.” The next thing that told me I wasn’t in Kansas anymore was the open sale of drugs and drug paraphernalia. It wasn’t just pot, which was the dominant smell at the concert. People were walking through the stands selling all sorts of pharmaceuticals from amphetamines to LSD and more. This, too, was done openly.

Fast forward 40 years to 2013. I am touring Copenhagen with my cousin and he takes me to a section of Copenhagen called Christiania.
Frank Christiania 3

Frank Chritiania 2
We walk in, and it’s 1973 all over again. There are peace signs on the buildings, clothing from another era and open sales of drugs. It’s a hippie time warp. Christiania is 84 acres of downtown Copenhagen founded in 1971 as a commune. The founders simply squatted on an abandoned military base and have never left. The relationship between Christiania and the people of Copenhagen has been tense at times, but much to the credit of the liberal Danish people, it has been allowed to survive for all these years. Christiania considers itself a separate city state from Denmark. They even have their own currency, the Løn.

As you walk around Christiania, and see the carpentry shops, bike shops, bakeries, restaurants and jazz clubs, you get a sense of what might have happened if our generation had held on to the spirit of Woodstock.  That’s not to say that everything in Christiania is peace and love. There have been some violent incidents in recent years arising out of the drug trade. But by and large, this small community, estimated at about 850 people, has managed to support itself, and live the spirit of the Age of Aquarius. How much longer the Danish people will allow this extremely valuable piece of prime, downtown Copenhagen real estate to be occupied by the residents of Christiania remains to be seen.  But let’s salute a group of dedicated people who have held off “The Man” for more than 40 years.

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I’m a Birder Who Prefers to Fly Solo

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

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One bird

Birding with a group has its perks, but I often stray from the crowd. Photo by Julie Seyler.

BY MARGO D. BELLER

I have always been pulled between being a loner and longing to be part of the crowd. As a child, I kept to myself. As I got older, I made friends along the way. One became my husband (MH). He, too, is a loner, but is not much troubled by that fact. Watching birds is an ideal activity for a loner, although it is often done in a group. I find groups have a tendency to rush along and talk, and I would rather go at my own pace and listen to the singing. Even with MH, I find I bird differently than when alone.

It is when birding the loner and the longer come together.

The other day, at a pond in the middle of a suburban NJ office park, a Pacific loon was discovered. It was publicized on the NJ bird list, which I read. The office park is on the outskirts of my town, which made it imperative for MH and me to see it as soon as we could.

What was it doing there? I don’t know, but weather conditions have been pretty strange this year. This loon is an unusual visitor east of the Continental Divide, but they’ve been reported before. The office park pond, which was not frozen, must have been an appealing sight.

Except in winter, loons are found on lakes and ponds. In winter, when those ponds freeze, they are usually found along the coast. The common loon and its smaller relative, the red-breasted loon, are the Eastern loons you’re likely to see at Barnegat Lighthouse, along the Jersey Shore, for instance.

In winter, they are all black and white and gray. What gave this one away were the shadings of gray and the bill – not as stout as the common loon; not as thin and upturned as the red-throated.

When we got there, we found ourselves in a crowd, but smaller than expected. We were all friendly, talking shop, field marks, or other birds recently seen in the state. As usual, for a while there, I felt I belonged.

And yet, when they started talking about people whose names I don’t know, but they see all the time in their travels, I knew I was not part of this group. I won’t be going south to Florida to see the birds heading north with them, or trekking to Belize or Mexico.

As this point I usually wonder, when does enjoyment of the birds become an obsession? If you spend your life doing nothing but running around to find and tick off birds every time one is reported, is it much of a life?

I admit, I daydream of dropping everything and doing nothing but bird. But bills have to be paid. The loner wins.

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From the Left to the Right (of 50): Adjusting, Reversing, and Not Following, Directions

25 Monday Mar 2013

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"directions. information. reversible."  Collage by Julie Seyler

“Directions. Information. Reversible.” Collage by Julie Seyler.

BY JULIE SEYLER

One thing I’ve noticed about my late 50s is: change is possible. Directions I slavishly followed because they had been cast in stone years ago are easily reversed if they are dragging me down. Rules I loyally adhered to are tossed when they become too burdensome. Trapped revolving, icky information that used to take days to sift through is discarded in three hours. I don’t have the time or the energy to waste dwelling on the wrong side of things.  I adjust if necessary, and that is a benefit to moving further from the left side of 50.

"adjust if necessary".  Collage by Julie Seyler

“Adjust if necessary.” Collage by Julie Seyler.

Of course, there is irony in the whole process.  Because as my inner psyche experiences this newfound freedom and liberation, my outer self is undergoing a cataclysm. It seems that the contours of my face and body are moving in a wildly different, quite unknown direction.  I guess there are always trade-offs.

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The Saturday Blog: Clouds

23 Saturday Mar 2013

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Above the clouds

Above the clouds. Photo by Julie Seyler.

These days, flying in an airplane, unless you can go Business or First Class, can be a deadening experience. Jam-packed planes, airport security, boxed meals, and tight seats, are just a sampling of why flying can be a chore. So, the trick is to find a silver lining. There’s one outside the window: the landscape of clouds. Always mesmerizing.

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Before the Oil, There was an Olive

22 Friday Mar 2013

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Food, Julie Seyler, Lois DeSocio, Mediterranean Diet, olive oil, olives, The Write Side of 50

Spanish olives
BY LOIS DESOCIO

This post has been hijacked and hacked by me. Julie had been wondering if an olive has as much nutritional punch and the same, much-touted health benefits as olive oil. She started writing about it:

If olive oil is “good” for you, are olives equally good for you?  Is there a difference between oil-cured Provence olives, Sicilian green olives, and Greek Kalamata olives in terms of nutrition and health?  I always embellish fish, chicken and pasta with black olives, but never beef or lamb. Is it possible to combine such ingredients?  I have made chicken with green olives, but otherwise they only grace my martini glass.

I did some Internet research about olives, but not about recipes.  If anybody has any intriguing novel recipes, send them on please.  Here are some facts about olives:

They grow on trees and are classified in fruit family.
They cannot be eaten raw. They require some prodding after being picked – curing or brining are two options.
They may help prevent bone loss and may temper inflammation.
So, they are good for you, but don’t eat too many because they are fattening!

I had to weigh in, and take over, because I am olive-obsessed. “…don’t eat too many because they are fattening!” is bad advice. I am not an olive expert, just an expert consumer. I eat olives every day – by the spoonful; the cupful. As I’m filling my two or three huge containers at my local olive bar every week, my mouth is watering the whole time. What I do know about olives is that they are ripe in the “good,” monounsaturated fat. And they bear the anti-inflammatory phenolic phytochemical called hydroxytyrosol. It is this anti-inflammatory phenolic phytochemical that boosts the health benefits of olive oil. (There are studies as to the benefits of hydroxytyrosol.) But all the tongue-twisting scientific lingo, and exhaustive studies aside – the bottom line is, olive oil comes from the olive.

cracked olives

We’ve all heard about the benefits of the Mediterranean Diet. And, I agree with Julie that there’s minimal hype around the olive itself. The New England Journal of Medicine (NEJM) has recently release yet another study about the benefits of a diet rich in grains, fruit, fish, nuts and olive oil, and how it’s better than a low fat diet in preventing cardiovascular disease and strokes. To summarize a part of the new NEJM study: eat all the olive oil that you want (it recommends four tablespoons a day), and as many nuts as you want. I’ve added olives to that. An olive (or a truckload) can serve as a check on the list of the recommended five servings of fruit the experts tell us to eat each day. And get your daily nuts in with almond-stuffed olives.

Julie asks: “I always embellish fish, chicken and pasta with black olives, but never beef or lamb. Is it possible to combine such ingredients?”

Yes. The beauty of the olive when used with any meat is simply in the taste. It’s salty. (Add hot peppers for zing; raisins for sweet.)  And you can cook them with the meat, or add them after. The flavor remains steadfast. I cook with them; top with them. I heat them in the microwave when I’m feeling fancy. They are my go-to snack. And I ask for extra olives when ordering a martini.

Julie also asks: “If anybody has any intriguing novel recipes, send them on please.”

Here’s mine. I eat this at least twice a week for breakfast – it’s tweaked from a sardine recipe I found years ago. It gives a heap of superfoods in one fell swoop:

Spread a frozen slice of good rye bread with avocado and a smidgen of mayonnaise. Cover all the open space with halved olives. Cover with one slice of Swiss cheese, and broil (that’s why you want the bread to be frozen, otherwise it may char) until cheese is melted. Take it out, and cover it with a whole can of sardines packed in olive oil (packed in water is fine too), and sprinkle with pepper, and finely chopped almonds or pine nuts. Place on top of a layer of fresh spinach. You’re good to go. Send us your olive recipes in the comments below, or e-mail, and we’ll print them.

mixed olives

All olives shot by Julie Seyler.

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